It is written, in your diction
Your decision is all you can breathe
Speak your vision, with precision
Are you living harmoniously?
As I'm peakin' through the blind of venetian
I'm inclined to the secret of divine inconvenience
A steady sequence of the prime interweavance
Of my time as a seamstress tying up achievements
The sun shining doesn't ward off bereavements
Or board off the defense of events we pretend to matter
When really all we have is three senses that matter
Let me break it down to be pensive
Forget smell, forget taste
Sight is the life see the light in your face
Hear it like you feel it better listen with your soul
Touch it with your hands but it's important to know
That the intangible is substantial
And arguably more significant
Than the materials we cherish as society
Or the mark that is left by a fingerprint
So remember to wake up when you wake up
And though a breath is not seen as a visual
It is the underlying basis for your dreamscape
And the bridge to forever life spiritual
It is jaunting, what you're wanting
Truth is blinding, recalling the spark
It is haunting, often daunting
You will find it, alone in the dark